Nineteen 68

More shooting stars in the sky than there were cars passing by and it was always dark at night, frost clutching tight to fingers turned quite blue and Father said, you’ll catch your death, but we never did, you can remember these little bits when your memory allows. sleds in the snow the warm glow…

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Meaningless

So sometimes it’s like wanting to be full of empty and if the vacancy arises only to tempt me should I decline the invitation? anyway, empty is okay, nothing to get in the way of nothing when there’s nothing but emptiness. and sometimes when you’re empty and want to be full feeling the pull of…

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